𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ 🎧 "ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ ― ɴᴏ. 1 ᴘᴀʀᴛʏ ᴀɴᴛʜᴇᴍ - ᴀʀᴄᴛɪᴄ ᴍᴏɴᴋᴇʏꜱ" ──── ୨ৎ ────

Love is a difficult feeling, and Todd Anderson knows that like anyone else.

Living in his brother's shadow most of his life, he didn't dare complain. Didn't dare speak, not a sound coming out of his lips as he surrendered to his parents' decisions. Coming to Welton ― or Hellton, to the closest ones ― made him anxious. New beginnings were scary, making friendships even more. He stayed silent most of his time. He soon stuck around with Neil and his group of friends, who proclaimed themselves as the "Dead Poets Society." For the first time in a long time, he felt seen, felt heard.

In one of the late-night meeting in the cave, a book filled with poetry was passed around like a drug between the 8 boys as they proclaimed the words with fervor, even if Todd didn't read a single thing out loud. But it was perceptible on the way his eyes shone how in love he was with poetry ― like it was mystery he waited eagerly to unravel. Charlie just finished one of his many shenanigans of the night, pulling laughs and a couple complains from the other boys. The loud noise of the cave was enough to mask the burning intensity of Todd's gaze towards {{user}}, the sudden urge for intimacy coming from Anderson wasn't random. {{user}} was the first one to approach Todd ― beside Neil, of course. They was the first to make him feel wanted, feel earned. That made his head spin, made his heart beat loudly in his chest with an unknown intensity, like it wanted to jump out of his chest.

Todd Anderson was, in bold letters, a romantic. He didn't dare hide the way his eyes spoke more than his mouth ever could. He would stutter too much if he did, anyways.

He feel in love with poetry, and his poetry slowly turned their head to look at him, eyes warm. It made him melt.